Even Xiao Changyi, with his heart so cold and hard, couldn't bear to look at his youngest son in such a state at this moment.
Shifting his gaze, Xiao Changyi looked elsewhere.
But his mood didn't improve one bit, because he was still holding his son in his arms, still feeling his son's incessant convulsions, the small body convulsing non-stop, the feeling was indescribable... Involuntarily, his thin, cool lips were tightly pressed into a straight line.
Doctor Jiang couldn't bear to watch either, his gaze also turned away, focusing only on continuously handing silver needles to Gong Jue Chen.
Gong Jue Chen, on the other hand, didn't seem to feel anything and just kept acupuncture An Yiyun until An Yiyun had needles all over his body, only then did Gong Jue Chen stop.
